Talc, with no time
Appropriate to simplify another's wish
Since, in a senses chew, the crusp and the rhyme
Letting the sun wind its way around a finger, a subtle is...

Weight of an argument, in future language
I have seen a whole dilemma, in love
The thought of strength, the taut and strange
Has a quiet answer for us...?

Tomorrow is my future, the tale of youth in song
Reconciliation, to work a liberty's magic
In the name of distant courage's, a heroism among
The place of desiring a fame, is it ours for the tragic?

Today has such a cold stare, for each
And beloved above, for any soul able to mean
The voice of redemption, a clash in the fate of reach
That has become but food for thought, with sincerity to glean

Yesterday to step forward, toward the patience we, sake
Welcome to the city of the sun, a praise of misery
And the coming mention of worth, from lips to fury, make
Me the truth, a halt of wishes in secluded lines, lived in history

The dance and the stone of cleverness?
Sides of worlds in love with me, not the avoiding heart
We saw make the story of wantonness, a presence of dread
Adding but the voice of summation, are we a new day to start?

Special Tribute;  March Women’s Month Moment

This special woman
In her family tree
Had 69 children
How can that be
Let’s do the math
and we shall see

Valentina, Vassilyev is it in the
Guinness world book of record history
for the most children born by a single mother .
How is this possible a true mystery

Between 1725 and 1765 40 years
Through laughter love and tears
A Russian peasant woman thrive
Giving birth to 69 children alive

This special woman
in her family tree she had 69 children.
How can that be?
Let’s do the math and then we’ll see

16 pairs of twins (32)

7 sets of triplets (21)

4 sets of quadruplets (16)

Total pregnancies, 27

Surviving children 67 out of 69 survived infancy

The father Feodor Vassilyev who was said to
Have fathered 87 children 69 with Valentina
And 18 with his second wife.(multiple wives)

Although Guinness Would Record confirmed
Many in the medical world have doubts.
1700s Russia, a period of history
in which data reveals over

a quarter to half of all children died in infancy.
Director of division of reproductive services and women’s health at John Hopkins.sights
lack of records a big hole in their story

Stealing the mother’s triumphant Glory
Honestly they just don’t know the whole story
And there, in lies the seed of suspicions
What about woman’s intrusion

Is this the case of trying to rewrite history?
Forever shroud in myths and mystery
God did say go forth and multiply
It was confirmed so now why is it a lie?

I do raise the suspicion in triplets and quadruplets that would be harder to carry those are typically followed by lower birth rates in a time when babies did not survive. Perhaps her did thrive!

I was told stories of girls getting married age 15-16
Since the age of 18, mothers gave birth 13 months apart that’s a start. I believe this could be true.
Generations had different family values who knew

What do you believe
truth or myth to deceive
What about it?
Yay or Nay

Footnotes
A woman is made for child bearing
Breastfeeding and caring with love
How would you feed 4 hungry babies
20 minute intervals two per side

Anyone who breast-fed knows
it’s a Suppy in demand situation
Her ******* had to be huge
rock, hard full of milk always

If you start to break it down
It would take a village a town
Community’s were closer back then
More the we spoil women can comprehend

Their little toes
little hand
little nose
them learning to stand!

I'm still only a child
and kids are absolutely wild
but with every baby i pass, i smile
cause one day, it'll be me compiled.

A dead baby
  is a baby that's died
      in anyone's language.

you were a flower still blooming
plucked from the garden

stolen from soil

long before your time,
long before full bloom.

what a devastating way to end a life,
ripping roots
while it was still searching for light.

Your little eyes,
Little nose,
Little cheeks,
Little smile,
And, your adorable babbling,
Will forever be rewards of love...

Your little hands,
Little feet,
Little walk,
Little mischiefs,
And, your cheerful embrace,
Will forever be a boon of life.

Who knows

Not the best of us
Nor the stargazers
Not the book readers
Nor the book writers

Especially not the politicians
Who never stop
To ask the question
Or to ask any questions

Their nature is to accumulate
Pretend to lead
Pretend to guide
Still, their nature is taking

Some pretend to tilt
toward compassion
Toward caring
Toward altruism

Me, a grizzled octogenarian
Asks no questions
Merely wonders

Where has all of the wonder gone
Is altruism real
And if it is, why is
It ******* by greed

easiness
the traveling light
thaws time
- from sunset
to the east
late borders we are
watered by rain with its silence,
- two halves of a stone rounding their edges in the sun,
two forgotten lips in the lull between two *******